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			<title>The Sublime Comfort of Oblivion</title>
			<description>	The gears had stopped, no whirring, no cogs, no steam, just a pace of slow churning; enough to stay conscious. Fedor was ruthlessly doing and seldom scrutinizing. Wealth accumulated from a loan office with obedient and ruthlessly doing employees that he had risen to the top of. Garden immaculate, a..</description>
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			<title>A Dance</title>
			<description>A friend (in fact, Fedor&amp;rsquo;s only friend) called on Fedor for a drink. It was not that Fedor was not likable or charming or clever or fairly average looking, but he liked to keep to himself and he found absolutely nothing wrong with having just one good friend. Having so much thinking to do, he ..</description>
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			<title>Death Knocks</title>
			<description>As Fedor awoke from serenity he felt a rare sense of reinvigoration, rebirth even. Even so, Fedor was dying. Slowly. Dying of life, as we all do. Deep in thought, as Fedor so often was, he said to himself, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s so strange that it should all happen this way, why aren&amp;rsquo;t we infinite?..</description>
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			<title>The Middle Path</title>
			<description>	Fedor was dizzy. So many things were happening all around and inside him he felt as though he might explode. Luckily he didn&amp;rsquo;t. On the surface things were quite still really but Fedor looked beyond the surface. Every cell in his body fulfilled hundreds of functions that somehow made Fedor con..</description>
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			<title>A Strange Pile of Dirt</title>
			<description>Fedor awoke to the sight of a neat pile of dirt staring at him from the smooth wooden floor. &amp;ldquo;This pile of dirt has no business here at all&amp;rdquo; he thought. Then he reminded himself that he was now a thinking man and had no room for such dismissive sentiments towards any object. Suddenly and..</description>
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			<title>To Be Blind</title>
			<description>Fedor now sat and thought about the acceleration of time and began to wonder; why was it that time chose to present itself in such a way? Why isn't reality&amp;rsquo;s chronology structured in terms of a different variable? He could not comprehend what other structure could organize events but nonethele..</description>
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			<title>On Life</title>
			<description>A short, confused muttering on the subject of life</description>
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			<title>The Human Race</title>
			<description>A rather pessimistic take on humanity.</description>
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			<title>Depression</title>
			<description>An attempt at conveying the essence of depression.</description>
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			<title>A Beginning </title>
			<description>	&quot;I'm tired. I'm tired of rushing from place to place in an endless flow of activity; in a whirlwind of effort and strain. I want to sit. I want to simply sit and think.&quot; Fedor reflected. And so he did just that. He sat down on his throne, a large hardwood oak chair in the corner of his small rented..</description>
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			<title>Life is Strange Indeed</title>
			<description>A story of a man who decided to simply sit and think for the entirety of his life.</description>
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